Entering -- The Bloobath

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 18:51:02 05/18/02 Sat
Author: Rioto
Author Host/IP: 205.188.193.173
Subject: Entering

Ebony raven stallion enters carried by muscular legs. His eyes search the area. He pauses here for a moment eyes still searching.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> Hello handsome :] -- Lytishia, 07:07:38 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.197.164)

She saunters up to the newcomer, violet eyes shimmering as she prances.

You best get out of here, or else my stallion will kick you're shiny hindquarters.

She whispers, tossing her silken visage and arching her neck.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> Chuckles -- Rioto, 10:08:14 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.193.153)

Ebony raven stallion chuckles "I'd like to see him try." He sees the Silverblood unicorn "Say, what are they doing to her?" His eyes fill with concern.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> Do not pass go� -- Naamah, 10:20:03 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

Ebon hellion stalks closer to the masculine, vulture like appendages clamped to sides. Feline imp suddenly sprints forth, a loud yowl of battle arising from throat. Massive mitt swings at the intruder, talons glinting in the dull light. A swift turn upon haunches is made, negative attention turning to �herd mate�. Annexes unfurl with a snap as a loud howl of rage is given. Body again sprints forth, a snap of reprimand being placed upon flanks. Switchblades retract as a sound cuff is given to sprite�s leg, driving her further away from the intruding brute.

Silted auburn optics turn to the interloper in distaste, a low, threatening growl arising. Though smaller in comparison to the equine brute, spirit makes up for size in her ways of trickery, and tact on the battle field.

..Best be if you were to take leave now, friend, none here, with the exception of that fool, take kindly to trespassers�Especially me..

Small fem remains stationary, challenging words and leer delving into the male�s own orbs, daring him to try otherwise.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> anger -- Rioto, 10:37:12 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.193.153)

Anger is all that is felt towards the other stallion. "What are you doing with that Silverblood." His mahogany eyes settle to gaze into the stallions. Muscles tense, waiting waiting.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> Excuse me, I'm not a fool. -- Lytishia, 11:20:12 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

Don't be so uptight, 'friend', and we aren't doing anything to her. I'm a Silverblood.

She glares at him for not recognizing this first off.

And you don't want to try him, because he'll be very displeased. And he's rather frighteneing when he's not mad.

At this she retreats behind Naamah's form, ivory thorns pinned back, banner lashing.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> Remind me to shake in fear -- Naamah, 12:10:34 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A low, warning hiss is delivered, the female taking a challenging step toward the male. Wings give the creature a larger appearance, yet in truth, she only measures to his knees.

..Which do you refer to, male? The elder? I treat her as my a leader does. The youngling�The young one has not been harmed for what I know. She has been claimed by my patriarch, Skajira�what be it to you?..

A low growl is given, hackles raising in further threat. A side glance is cast toward Lytishia, an apologetic tone set within features.

..Perhaps I had pegged you incorrectly, hellion�

Gaze turns abruptly back toward the male, muscles coiling and tensing in preparation for further attack.

..Now would be an excellent time for you to take your leave, as a grow weary of this folly�

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

[ Edit | View ]

[> -*-Unleashed-*- -- Skajira, 13:15:35 05/19/02 Sun (217.35.0.82)

-*-In panther form the Blackblood is e'en more deadly than usual. Carelessly he saunters up to this offender, a mild growl in the air. I would suggest you leave, my friend, before you become prey.

Feline caress is given to alphine and Silverblood with equal affection. Now now, Naamah. Play nice.-*-

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> Return -- Lytishia, 13:20:32 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

She rolls her eyes at her captor, glad he was back. Not that she didn't trust Naamah, but that it was more comforting with he. She swishes her tail and lowered her chisled head to the turf, nipping at the tufts of grass. She paused, turning her head to the side. An astounding smell arose to her nares, the tantalizing scente of estrus. Tail held high, she trots over to a stream and gets a quick drink before raising her head again to watch what they would do to the random stallion.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> -*-Momentary Distraction-*- -- Skajira, 13:22:48 05/19/02 Sun (217.35.0.82)

-*-The enticing scent draws his feline head to follow Lytishia's form a moment, but being not presently in stallion shape he is able to put aside those thoughts for the moment to deal with the rather more pressing matter of the intruder.-*-

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> Boredum -- Lytishia, 13:25:07 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

Boredum brings her back to the small crowd. Head lowered, she stands next to the panther, purple eyes darting back at the filly, then to the stallion, then to Naamah.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> Am I obligated? -- Naamah, 14:39:41 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A harsh sneeze is given as the assaulting aroma is set into the surrounding area, a low grumble of discontent being given. Typical. With a second sneeze, the hellion turns toward the intruding male, bulbous lobes swiveling against crown.

..Tread lightly male, or else you will become ensnared in a rather nasty mess..

Long, serpent like appendage lashes out wildly behind female as a careful, weary stride brings her away from the duo of masculines, ginger hued optics trained upon the raven druid.

Annexes unfurl with a snap as procession brings she before the male, feathered things colliding with the male�s extended maw. An amused smirk dons labrum as beat quickens, moving imp quickly past the opposing. Gait slows considerably as bod passes her lord, a soft purr of encouragement arising. With a flick of her tail she moves on, and into one of the surrounding trees, content, for the moment, to observe.

With the minimal movement of her tail, a second, less domineering scent has entered the air, the feline owning no knowledge of the tell-tale scent.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

(*sheepish grin* Sowwie)

[ Edit | View ]

[> Stinky -- Lytishia, 14:46:01 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

She whickered a small chuckle, lavender optics turned to Naamah, sniffing at her own tantalizing scente (At least for stallions) though her own was much stronger. Tail lifted high, ivory thorns pin angrily at the stranger, who was irking her beyond belief.

Well, it was lovely meeting you. Don't call us, we'll call you.

She said in a sickeningly sweet manner, pawing a silver forhoof angrily.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> Silence -- Naamah, 14:50:51 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A low growl arises from chest, leer moving from the duo of druids to the femme Lytishia, a harsh snort exiting silted nostrils.

..Quiet. Your comments are better kept to yourself for the moment at hand, and that is where you shall keep them..

Lanterns narrow slightly, the glare meaningfully hushing the female, as well as asserting her own dominance.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> Eye roll -- Lytishia, 14:54:30 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

Someone got up on the wrong side of the bale to-day.

She murmurs faintly, before lazily standing in silence.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> I shall ignore that -- Naamah, 14:57:41 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

Again a threatening growl arises, panther like structure lifting from restful position that of a domineering one, dial lowered over larynx.

..And what if I did? That�s all the more dangerous for you..

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

(Hey, does anyone have AIM? If you do, my SN is HiddenBrittBC)

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> [> Sob -- Lytishia, 14:59:24 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)

She only watches the mare blankly, blandly refusing to respond.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Cry me a river -- Naamah, 15:06:06 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

With a grumbling snort, imp again lays down, brow furrowed slightly. Gaze again wanders toward the pair of males, muscles twitching�Let�s get this moving, or else I�ll do it.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

[ Edit | View ]

[> -*-Watch Yourself-*- -- Skajira, 09:33:24 05/20/02 Mon (217.35.0.82)

-*-Snarling boredly at the intruder, he shrugs a feline shoulder. If you'll pardon me, fool, I have more important matters to attend to.

Shifting to his more natural equine shape, he slides delicately up by the side of his alphine predator, but snaps ivories irritatedly at her side briefly. I told you once to play nice.

Moving to the moonlit unicorn, he issues to her a gentle touch. Ah, the first of my progeny borne forth from a Silverblood. What joy.-*-

[OOC: Mind if we keep it short? I can't stand long breeding. Here's Skaj's stats:
Name: Skajira
Age: 6 in equine years
Gender: Stallion
Species: Horse-panther shapeshifter
Appearance: Bay in horse form, black (obviously) in panther form. Yellow eyes in both forms, but equine eyes in horse form, feline in panther.
Personality: Sadistic and cruel, he amuses himself with other's misfortune. He will use whatever necessary force to capture females he desires, but once he has them he will treat each one like a queen unless they try to escape. He will rule over them if they do things that displease him too much but mostly they get their way. To stallions, however, he is brutal, vicious, unforgiving and frankly murderous. He goes through many a masterplan, but at this present moment his scheme consists of killing as many Silverblood stallions as he can, while claiming Silver mares who will have lots of Blackblood foals to carry on his evil dynasty of Silverblood destruction. -coughs- Oops, said too much...

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> withdrawl -- Rioto, 13:19:12 05/20/02 Mon (205.188.193.179)

Ebony raven stallion turns, leaving the land. But not forever,no, one day he would be back. Silverbloods had often fascinated him, and he would not allow distruction.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> And jealousy rears it�s ugly head -- Naamah, 14:36:28 05/20/02 Mon (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

An irritated yowl arises at minimal punishment is given, proboscis wrinkling slightly.

..Playing nice is for silver life forces..

With a harsh snort, fem pulls her body deeper into the foliage, heated glare trained upon the hellion silver blood. A low, inaudible growl is directed toward the mare, bulbous lobes pulling against crown�Jealousy�s a bitch, isn�t it?

Talons flex from sheaths, switchblades clawing at the thick bark of the tree in a venting manner. A sharp, hissing sigh is given, structure still tense. Annexes move away from body, allowing the warm air to move away, and be replaced by cool. A snarl dons features, odious glare being sent upon the female.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> Nervous -- Lytishia, 17:39:52 05/20/02 Mon (64.12.103.173)

She backs away haphazardly, muscles tense. Mug extended t'wards beast tentatively, though out lashing of alphine causes dial of she to raise in unsurance.

[Hehe, lines Fran!]
Name: Lytishia
Age: 5-ish
Gender: Mare (A'course)
Species: SilverBlood Unicorn
Appearance: Pure white, silky mane and tail, as well as purple eyes and silver hooves/horn.
Personality: She's kinda ditzy and still getting the gist of normal herd life...Other than that I am playing it by ear.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> -*-Irascible-*- -- Skajira, 05:30:42 05/21/02 Tue (217.34.212.244)

-*-Stalking after her as the ebony feline, his temper suddenly unleashes itself. You're getting on my nerves. Not a wise idea, Naamah.

Moving lightly into stallion shape he deals his alphine a sharp kick. You may be my Queen, but I am your King. Quieten that ferocity of yours, or channel it to stallions of silver blood. Lytishia is my fatale and whether she is your friend or not, you will treat her with respect or suffer the consequences.-*-

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> Stats -- Blade, 05:42:07 05/21/02 Tue (217.34.212.244)

If you don't mind, I'll make the stats? Well, tell me if there's anything you don't like... I was going to play it, right? Or did you want to?

Name:
Tashir
Age:
Newborn
Gender:
Female
Species:
Half horse/big cat, half unicorn. She has a unicorn form and a big cat form.
Appearance:
As a unicorn she is pure white with black stripes on her deadly horn and legs. Her eyes are unfailing sky blue, scathing, bright and cruel. Her big cat form is that of a white tiger, and like her sire she keeps her fierce blue eyes but they acquire feline irises instead of the equine shape.
Personality:
Wild and rambunctious, she has an irrepresible sense of humor which usually involves other's pain. She possesses her father's power and thirst for it, as well as her mother's beauty and adaptability. Mocking and cruel, she is nevertheless wise enough to know when not to make enemies. As an adult she will most likely continue Skajira's murderous schemes but add her own twist. Tashir has some measure of respect for her parents but all in all she is entirely her own mare. One day she may go with a stallion and even obey him, but the moment she disagrees she will take things into her own hands.

Sorry for the utter crapiness of those stats... -chuckles- I'm at school surrounded by (-glares at Atif-) NOISY people! hehe. Well, I can't wait to play her, if I am.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> Utterly Ridiculous -- Naamah, 11:48:08 05/21/02 Tue (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head�
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A loud scream is given as the male moves closer, wings expand with a loud snap. Bod moves out of range of fire, yet hit is still felt upon ribs. Structure skids away from the masculine as force take�s it�s turn upon the female, moving her further away from the masculine.

A loud, piercing yowl is directed toward the male, long fangs revealed. Though wounded, hellion is in no way down for the count. Feathers stand upright, a full blown threat. Every fiber of fatale�s being screams for blood, the druid�s mistake drawing out the worse one could ask for.

Dull proboscis flares as labrum are pulled further away from dripping fangs, a low hiss filled with rage reverberating from her chest. Slow, calculated steps bring the female to the edge of the territory�s border, never once giving a single glance back. Wings strike out once, twice, and imp is suddenly lifted into the air, ginger optics narrowed.

..You had over stepped your boundary, dolt. Violation was my one and only rule, and that have you just torn. Do not find angst in my leave, nor find merriment. Either way, I shall return for that heart that beats in your chest�or perhaps better, the one of your first born..

With a thunderous howl, figure disappears into the next territory over to resume her nomadic ways, until she finds the day to be right.

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

(I would like to say something to you before she goes. First and foremost, she was up in a tree, and most of my previous post was not in anyway opening threatening her. Simply because I posts that she was pissed off, that dose not mean that I will react upon it. Second of all, it was simply her way of stating how she felt rather ignored. Yes, I sure as hell got something in return for wanting some affection, didn�t I? Wrong kind though, sorry for wanting anything from him. Thirdly, yes, rather rash is her threat, but don�t expect that I will not follow through with it. Sorry for any trouble, and I do want to apologize to Lytishia�s player. Since I talked to you the other day, I have found that Naamah always being the bitch that she was, was not the best way to go about playing her. In my last post (Jealousy Rears It�s Ugly Head), was no more than my attempt to get some positive attention. Obviously, my post was taken wrong on both accounts, and for that I humbly apologies. It was not meant as a threat, nor was it meant to make you feel like you were putting your character into danger. I found it rather convent that you, Blade, where to react to her first, and not Naamah, nor give her any sign of recognition. Though I did not say outright that she was in estrus, Lytishia�s player got it right on the button in her next post. You continued to ignore Naamah, and only give her reprimand. And now, I shall take my leave. If you want to try and go after her, that�s your business. I no longer know how she will reply.)

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> Uh oh -- Lytishia, 17:28:53 05/21/02 Tue (152.163.204.69)

You've blown it now, bad boy. Your favorite is gone.

She whispers this chidingly, angelice features twisting into a grin.

[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> Fine -- Blade, 07:37:52 05/22/02 Wed (217.35.0.82)

First of all, I took the hint about Naamah also being in estrus but I wasn't sure so I didn't respond to it. Skajira is a bastard, and he was in a bad mood already. Naamah's attempts to gain his attention just happened to send him over the edge. I didn't realize she was in a tree because I am not yet used to your writing style, which is far more elaborate than mine and thus takes more work to comprehend. I'd just like to ask you to stop blaming me/getting mad at me for my character's actions. He acts how he pleases, I just do the typing. Obviously I knew that Naamah was just trying to get some attention but he didn't, he's a bit thick like that. I'm sorry on his behalf but he's not, he's just even more pissed off but not really miffed. Skajira reacted to Lytishia first simply because she got his attention in a way that did not annoy him, and made him aware of her 'condition' before Naamah. Skaj is a dictator; he doesn't like others, especially females, to act in ways that displease him. And he's not very nice at all. So I'm sorry this had to end this way, but it did and I guess that's that.

Cordially,
Blade

[ Edit | View ]

[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums^(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.